Chapter 155 Aftermath and Valentine's Day
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John still underestimated the price of touching the taboo, he has grown hair.
That's right, long hair.
The golden feather grew first on the arm, and at first he thought it was glued on by accident.
After patting and unable to get it off, he stretched out his hand to pull it out again. The feather was torn off and he grinned in pain.
He was sure it was true.
After a day, the feathers on the body proliferate rapidly.
John concocted a potion for himself, and it didn't work after drinking it.
He guessed that it was under the infusion of huge magic power, which transformed after the magic power flowed into the body through the wand.
Thinking that the core of his staff was the feather of a Thunderbird, John felt bad.
"I'm going to be a bird?"
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but fortunately, this change was not without benefits.
He discovered that he had the power to control the weather in a small area, and just now, a lightning strike struck Malfoy's feet, causing him to jump up.
John raised his eyelids lazily, and said in a flat tone, "There are still two laps."
Malfoy, who was already exhausted, looked at Neville who left a shadow behind him, and the spirit of not admitting defeat emerged.
He gritted his teeth and dragged his tired legs to catch up, carrying a stone the size of a human head, as if his spine would be broken at any time.
The heavy footsteps left two lines of marks on the edge of the black lake, and John looked at his hands.
The hand was much thinner than before, and the slender fingers moved slightly, and the arc shuttled through the fingertips.
"It's a good thing, isn't it?" he muttered.
He himself is not sure whether this is good or bad.
With this ability, John is like performing a free magic blood.
It's just that the side effects are a bit too big, and John doesn't want to become a Thunderbird himself.
Lifting up his sleeves, he saw the golden bird feathers growing out from under the clothes.
Putting it down blankly, he also had two methods of treatment in his mind.
One is the Animagus Transformation, which re-alters the body with a stronger Transfiguration.
The other is to wait until the end of this semester and use the blood of magic power to run away and flush it again.
Either way, all he needs is to wait.
After the Thunderbird Blood Pulse is wiped out, this ability may be lost, but John doesn't want to have a bird face.
After all, not everyone has the courage to become a noseless person, right, Voldemort.
Just to tell a joke, if Voldemort made his nose into a Horcrux, then I would never find it in my life.
Voldemort touched his nose, oh yes, he has no nose.
...
Valentine's Day is here.
This time without Lockhart, I finally don't have to be afraid of an ugly dwarf dressed as Cupid rushing over and hugging his thigh to confess.
In the auditorium, some Slytherins who were more familiar with John whistled.
Recalling the events of the previous school year, the Slytherin wizards felt that they could do this.
It seems that everyone agrees that this day is the day when John is deflated.
Malfoy stood up enthusiastically and shouted: "Whoever of you wants to send a letter to John, I can deliver it for you."
His words caused a roar of laughter in the auditorium, and the Weasley twins whispered, as if they were discussing a moderate joke on this day.
John thought it was just a casual remark, but a thousand paper cranes flew over from nowhere.
Landing in front of John impartially, Malfoy took the lead and whistled.
That look seems to be saying, look who sent a love letter to Lord Slytherin Daredevil.
John looked up left and right, and was also happy to entertain the little snakes on this festival.
Disassemble the thousand paper cranes, and the beautiful handwriting written in emerald green ink is inside.
With the familiar handwriting, John recognized at a glance that it was the same person from last year.
That love letter is still in John's drawer, hoping that Dad won't find it.
This time, he didn't say that his eyes were like salamanders and his hair was like oiled silk.
Before Malfoy came over, John put away the letter with a natural expression.
Seeing this, Malfoy had no choice but to sit back resentfully. He looked in Harry's direction and raised his eyebrows, as if provocative.
"Potter, your little lover from last year didn't write you a letter number?"
Harry received the message and couldn't help but stare back.
What a little lover, that's a prank at all!
He was very angry, and his old mother Hermione smoothed him.
Yes, we are reconciled again.
Their relationship is like plasticine, cut into several pieces and knead them together, and they can become a ball again.
Ron's eyes widened like brass bells, as if this would turn the Malfoy off their backs.
The day Harry was captured by Snape was simply a gloomy day.
Snape wantonly slandered his father and wanted to burn the Marauder's Map, but it was Professor Lupine who came forward to save himself and the map.
Back in the common room, Hermione brought Hagrid's letter.
Buckbeak lost the case.
That means it's going to be beheaded.
One bad thing after another happened, and Hagrid burst into tears.
Malfoy just came back, he was played by Harry with the invisibility cloak, and he responded with vicious words.
Ron pulled out his wand and was about to cast a jinx, and Malfoy was not to be outdone.
The two confronted each other, and it was Harry who persuaded them to let go.
He noticed that Goyle and Crabbe were gearing up, now that Slytherins were known to be aggressive.
If there was a fight, Ron would suffer.
Harry's intuition was right, seeing the eagerness in Malfoy's eyes.
In the end, the two sides still didn't cast the curse, and Hermione was still thinking about something, and didn't even realize it until she returned to the lounge.
...
On Valentine's Day, John managed to receive a chocolate with a love potion.
He received a lot of chocolates, and basically girls like him.
Throw away the chocolate casually, John has level 5 alchemy, so he can tell that something has been added to it at a glance.
A warning to the salivating Goyle, he was really afraid that this stupid big man who dared to eat cakes of unknown origin would pick up the chocolate and eat it.
After losing his sense of taste, John lost interest in things like chocolate.
After all, the texture of chocolate is similar to that of wax, and tasteless chocolate is a piece of black wax.
Not in the habit of eating wax, John put the chocolates he collected into the drawer.
In case one day your sense of taste recovers, you can taste the craft of the little Hogwarts witch.
After Tom was fined to stand, he became very honest, just like a dog, which made John hate iron for steel.
"Love brains don't end well, Gouzi."
It can only be said that the little bitch was not deeply involved in the world and was deceived by the big black dog.
John has three wands in total, one with a red oak ptarmigan core, one with a cherry wood unicorn hair core, and a yew dragon heartstring wand.
The one that was taken out was a unicorn wool core, and John said angrily: "Look at you, it's hard to find a three-legged golden toad, and four-legged dogs are everywhere, why do you like an anima?" Gus!"
Being reprimanded, Tom's head drooped on his paws, his big eyes were raised, and he looked aggrieved.
Seeing it like this, John sighed helplessly.
Fortunately, Sirius was encountered by himself. If it were another wizard, even if he didn't move the killer, he would still be injured.
Ignoring Tom's aggrieved expression, it was grounded and under the care of Basil.
Basil the snowy owl was on the cabinet, watching Tom, and he could legally beat a dog if he dared to go out.
In the lounge, some little witches are about to move.
As soon as John walked in, his sleeve was grabbed by a hand.
Turning around, I saw Daphne's pretty face raised, with a domineering and proud expression, as if she was declaring her sovereignty.
After seeing Hermione bite her lip and leave that day, Daphne has remained in this state.
Seeing this, some little witches who were about to move couldn't help retreating.
Pansy's eyes lit up, seeing that her best friend finally became brave.
She immediately got up and looked around, as if she was saying who would dare to touch my best friend.
Don't even ask, Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass.
John saw the hesitant little witches, and then looked at Daphne's proud little expression.
He was shocked immediately.
understood.
He was a little taller than Daphne, bent slightly and approached Daphne's fair ear, and asked in a low voice, "Did you cook any food again?"
The heat hit the cochlea, itching.
Daphne's proud expression was almost unable to maintain the blush on her face.
When John saw it, he was really hammered.
Sure enough, it is a new dish.
With a clear expression on his face, he immediately gritted his teeth and said in embarrassment: "As long as it's not fruit-related, everything is easy to talk about."
He was really afraid of strawberry mapo tofu and strawberry dumplings.
Can't you let go of the fruit?
Daphne thought that John would like to eat it, and immediately said pleasantly, "How do you know that I made Wellington steak chocolate today."
"?"
Would you like to hear what you are saying?
One steak, one chocolate.
How could you put it together? ? ?
...
That's right, long hair.
The golden feather grew first on the arm, and at first he thought it was glued on by accident.
After patting and unable to get it off, he stretched out his hand to pull it out again. The feather was torn off and he grinned in pain.
He was sure it was true.
After a day, the feathers on the body proliferate rapidly.
John concocted a potion for himself, and it didn't work after drinking it.
He guessed that it was under the infusion of huge magic power, which transformed after the magic power flowed into the body through the wand.
Thinking that the core of his staff was the feather of a Thunderbird, John felt bad.
"I'm going to be a bird?"
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but fortunately, this change was not without benefits.
He discovered that he had the power to control the weather in a small area, and just now, a lightning strike struck Malfoy's feet, causing him to jump up.
John raised his eyelids lazily, and said in a flat tone, "There are still two laps."
Malfoy, who was already exhausted, looked at Neville who left a shadow behind him, and the spirit of not admitting defeat emerged.
He gritted his teeth and dragged his tired legs to catch up, carrying a stone the size of a human head, as if his spine would be broken at any time.
The heavy footsteps left two lines of marks on the edge of the black lake, and John looked at his hands.
The hand was much thinner than before, and the slender fingers moved slightly, and the arc shuttled through the fingertips.
"It's a good thing, isn't it?" he muttered.
He himself is not sure whether this is good or bad.
With this ability, John is like performing a free magic blood.
It's just that the side effects are a bit too big, and John doesn't want to become a Thunderbird himself.
Lifting up his sleeves, he saw the golden bird feathers growing out from under the clothes.
Putting it down blankly, he also had two methods of treatment in his mind.
One is the Animagus Transformation, which re-alters the body with a stronger Transfiguration.
The other is to wait until the end of this semester and use the blood of magic power to run away and flush it again.
Either way, all he needs is to wait.
After the Thunderbird Blood Pulse is wiped out, this ability may be lost, but John doesn't want to have a bird face.
After all, not everyone has the courage to become a noseless person, right, Voldemort.
Just to tell a joke, if Voldemort made his nose into a Horcrux, then I would never find it in my life.
Voldemort touched his nose, oh yes, he has no nose.
...
Valentine's Day is here.
This time without Lockhart, I finally don't have to be afraid of an ugly dwarf dressed as Cupid rushing over and hugging his thigh to confess.
In the auditorium, some Slytherins who were more familiar with John whistled.
Recalling the events of the previous school year, the Slytherin wizards felt that they could do this.
It seems that everyone agrees that this day is the day when John is deflated.
Malfoy stood up enthusiastically and shouted: "Whoever of you wants to send a letter to John, I can deliver it for you."
His words caused a roar of laughter in the auditorium, and the Weasley twins whispered, as if they were discussing a moderate joke on this day.
John thought it was just a casual remark, but a thousand paper cranes flew over from nowhere.
Landing in front of John impartially, Malfoy took the lead and whistled.
That look seems to be saying, look who sent a love letter to Lord Slytherin Daredevil.
John looked up left and right, and was also happy to entertain the little snakes on this festival.
Disassemble the thousand paper cranes, and the beautiful handwriting written in emerald green ink is inside.
With the familiar handwriting, John recognized at a glance that it was the same person from last year.
That love letter is still in John's drawer, hoping that Dad won't find it.
This time, he didn't say that his eyes were like salamanders and his hair was like oiled silk.
Before Malfoy came over, John put away the letter with a natural expression.
Seeing this, Malfoy had no choice but to sit back resentfully. He looked in Harry's direction and raised his eyebrows, as if provocative.
"Potter, your little lover from last year didn't write you a letter number?"
Harry received the message and couldn't help but stare back.
What a little lover, that's a prank at all!
He was very angry, and his old mother Hermione smoothed him.
Yes, we are reconciled again.
Their relationship is like plasticine, cut into several pieces and knead them together, and they can become a ball again.
Ron's eyes widened like brass bells, as if this would turn the Malfoy off their backs.
The day Harry was captured by Snape was simply a gloomy day.
Snape wantonly slandered his father and wanted to burn the Marauder's Map, but it was Professor Lupine who came forward to save himself and the map.
Back in the common room, Hermione brought Hagrid's letter.
Buckbeak lost the case.
That means it's going to be beheaded.
One bad thing after another happened, and Hagrid burst into tears.
Malfoy just came back, he was played by Harry with the invisibility cloak, and he responded with vicious words.
Ron pulled out his wand and was about to cast a jinx, and Malfoy was not to be outdone.
The two confronted each other, and it was Harry who persuaded them to let go.
He noticed that Goyle and Crabbe were gearing up, now that Slytherins were known to be aggressive.
If there was a fight, Ron would suffer.
Harry's intuition was right, seeing the eagerness in Malfoy's eyes.
In the end, the two sides still didn't cast the curse, and Hermione was still thinking about something, and didn't even realize it until she returned to the lounge.
...
On Valentine's Day, John managed to receive a chocolate with a love potion.
He received a lot of chocolates, and basically girls like him.
Throw away the chocolate casually, John has level 5 alchemy, so he can tell that something has been added to it at a glance.
A warning to the salivating Goyle, he was really afraid that this stupid big man who dared to eat cakes of unknown origin would pick up the chocolate and eat it.
After losing his sense of taste, John lost interest in things like chocolate.
After all, the texture of chocolate is similar to that of wax, and tasteless chocolate is a piece of black wax.
Not in the habit of eating wax, John put the chocolates he collected into the drawer.
In case one day your sense of taste recovers, you can taste the craft of the little Hogwarts witch.
After Tom was fined to stand, he became very honest, just like a dog, which made John hate iron for steel.
"Love brains don't end well, Gouzi."
It can only be said that the little bitch was not deeply involved in the world and was deceived by the big black dog.
John has three wands in total, one with a red oak ptarmigan core, one with a cherry wood unicorn hair core, and a yew dragon heartstring wand.
The one that was taken out was a unicorn wool core, and John said angrily: "Look at you, it's hard to find a three-legged golden toad, and four-legged dogs are everywhere, why do you like an anima?" Gus!"
Being reprimanded, Tom's head drooped on his paws, his big eyes were raised, and he looked aggrieved.
Seeing it like this, John sighed helplessly.
Fortunately, Sirius was encountered by himself. If it were another wizard, even if he didn't move the killer, he would still be injured.
Ignoring Tom's aggrieved expression, it was grounded and under the care of Basil.
Basil the snowy owl was on the cabinet, watching Tom, and he could legally beat a dog if he dared to go out.
In the lounge, some little witches are about to move.
As soon as John walked in, his sleeve was grabbed by a hand.
Turning around, I saw Daphne's pretty face raised, with a domineering and proud expression, as if she was declaring her sovereignty.
After seeing Hermione bite her lip and leave that day, Daphne has remained in this state.
Seeing this, some little witches who were about to move couldn't help retreating.
Pansy's eyes lit up, seeing that her best friend finally became brave.
She immediately got up and looked around, as if she was saying who would dare to touch my best friend.
Don't even ask, Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass.
John saw the hesitant little witches, and then looked at Daphne's proud little expression.
He was shocked immediately.
understood.
He was a little taller than Daphne, bent slightly and approached Daphne's fair ear, and asked in a low voice, "Did you cook any food again?"
The heat hit the cochlea, itching.
Daphne's proud expression was almost unable to maintain the blush on her face.
When John saw it, he was really hammered.
Sure enough, it is a new dish.
With a clear expression on his face, he immediately gritted his teeth and said in embarrassment: "As long as it's not fruit-related, everything is easy to talk about."
He was really afraid of strawberry mapo tofu and strawberry dumplings.
Can't you let go of the fruit?
Daphne thought that John would like to eat it, and immediately said pleasantly, "How do you know that I made Wellington steak chocolate today."
"?"
Would you like to hear what you are saying?
One steak, one chocolate.
How could you put it together? ? ?
...
